"Kid, how dare you scheme against me!"
Zhao Kunpeng glared fiercely at Chen Feng, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"It's your own fault for not knowing the difference between main and secondary matters. To deal with me, you threw all your major moves out there. Now, your True Qi should be almost depleted, right? Can you still perform another move like that? Fighting isn't just about brute force; you need brains too!"
Chen Feng sneered with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, mocking.
"Hmph, then I'll kill you first!"
Zhao Kunpeng gritted his teeth and then prepared to control the blue Kunpeng to directly obliterate Chen Feng.
"Kill me? Are you sure you have the time?"
Chen Feng asked, sneering coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kunpeng's expression changed. He glanced back at Little Pillow.
At this moment, Little Pillow was already waving his tiny hands, commanding the Ghostly Blood Skull to charge towards Zhao Kunpeng.
